Is it the emptiness inside?
The darkness trapped that cannot come outside?
Is it the love we cannot find?
The hate we keep inside?
It could be the anger that can’t come out
Something troubling we think about
Is it the hunger for something that is not there or for more?
If it was then we should know for sure
The hunger for love, fullness, happiness, and all things above
If you never had it or care for it then we know it’s not love
If you don’t know what makes you happy or feel full
Maybe it’s the immune feeling to being dull
Going so long without these things
Emptiness inside is all it brings
The feeling could be anything but only you know
Better feelings may come but only time will show